


first impressions

by fangirl_squee



Category: Friends at the Table (Podcast)
Genre: M/M, background samsam
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-11-25
Updated: 2019-11-25
Packaged: 2021-02-26 05:08:33
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,335
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21558316
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/fangirl_squee/pseuds/fangirl_squee
Summary: You only really get one chance at them. Some people are better at them than others, although that probably comes down to circumstance.
Relationships: Ephrim/Maelgwyn (Friends at the Table), Fero Feritas/Samol
Comments: 11
Kudos: 30





	first impressions

**Author's Note:**

> thanks to Annie, for the idea!!

"So I was thinking," says Maelgwyn, "did you want to have dinner at my place tomorrow night?"

They're having lunch outside. It's the only way Ephrim can get Maelgwyn to not eat at his desk, or to skip lunch entirely (a terrible habit he picked up from both his dads). It's a nice day for it, under the trees in the little courtyard behind the law offices where they both work. Maelgwyn reaches for some of Ephrim's chips, and Ephrim bats his hand away. Maelgwyn grins at him, reaching for them again. This time, Ephrim lets him take some.

"Dinner at your place huh?" says Ephrim smiling. "Wait, don't you have dinner with your grandfather on Wednesdays?"

Maelgwyn shrugs. "So you'll have dinner with both of us."

He says it casually, but Ephrim has heard far too much about how large Maelgwyn's grandfather looms in his life for it to feel casual. Plus, it's a family dinner, and that… it's something. It feels like _something_ , a landmark in their personal relationship. Maelgwyn is still looking at him, his posture casual apart from the way his fingers have curled around the edge of the table.

Ephrim presses his lips together. "That's a very different thing than dinner with just you."

"So you can bring someone too, make it even."

"I don't have any grandparents," says Ephrim. 

"I meant- you can bring a friend, if you want." Maelgwyn pauses, his carefree expression fading a little. "If you don't want to-"

"No," says Ephrim quickly, "No, I do I'll just- I'll bring someone."

"Who?"

"I don't know," says Ephrim, "I'll find my most grandfatherly friend."

  
  


\--

  
  


"So I have a favour to ask," says Ephrim, the moment Fero picks up the phone. 

Fero laughs, a loud burst of sound and static through the phone. "How illegal is it?"

"Not at all."

Fero hums. "Oh. So it’s something boring."

"You don't even know what it is!"

"Well?"

Ephrim pauses. "It's… it's dinner. With me and Maelgwyn, and his grandfather."

There's a pause. "That's a pretty weird favour."

"I- yeah, I guess it is," says Ephrim, "But I-"

"I mean, I'll do it," says Fero. 

"So you- wait, you will?"

"Ephrim! I'm offended that you sound so surprised!" says Fero. "Of course I'll come be your grandfather for your weird grandparent-boyfriend dinner!"

"Please don't put it like that," says Ephrim. 

"That's what it is though," says Fero. “Wait, what day is it?"

"Wednesday," says Ephrim. 

"Hold on, let me check- HEY LEM!"

"Oh my god," says Ephrim.

"LEM WHAT AM I DOING WEDNESDAY?"

Ephrim can hear someone, presumably Lem, reply, voice too quiet for him to make out the words. 

"BECAUSE EPHRIM WANTS ME TO GO TO DINNER WITH HIM AND HIS BOYFRIEND AND HIS BOYFRIEND'S GRANDFATHER- WELL, PROBABLY BECAUSE I'M VERY CHARMING- LOOK, CAN YOU JUST LOOK AT THE THING ON THE FRIDGE-"

Ephrim covers his face with his hand. This was, possibly, a mistake. 

"GOD,  _ THANK  _ YOU EMMANUEL- hey, you still there?"

"Yes," says Ephrim, "regretfully."

"I'm not doing anything Wednesday night, so I'll totally come be your plus one to this family thing."

Ephrim's stomach twists a little. Family thing. "Okay, thanks."

"Have you met his grandfather before?"

"I've never met any of his family before," says Ephrim. 

Fero pauses. "Oh. I guess I should wear like, a nice shirt then, huh?"

Ephrim's laugh is half on a shaky exhale. "Please."

"I'll try not to outshine you," says Fero. He pauses. "Should I bring something? Any time Hella goes to a fancy dinner party she always brings something."

"I think that's just because she's dating the host," says Ephrim, "but sure, bring something. A bottle of wine."

"I'll find something cool to bring," says Fero.

Ephrim can hear something in the background, Lem again, he thinks. 

"I'll text you the details," says Ephrim, "please just bring wine."

"Sure, okay," says Fero, "Bye!"

Ephrim looks at the phone in his hand. He does feel less nervous about meeting Maelgwyn's grandfather with Fero coming, even if it does feel a little like courting disaster.

Ephrim hopes he asks advice about the shirt. And the wine.

Maybe he should text Emmanuel about this.

Just in case.

  
  


\--

  
  


Ephrim's most grandfatherly friend turns out to be a short, fidgety man wearing a shirt that’s at least two sizes too big for him, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He pushes a potted plant into Maelgwyn's hands. 

"Uh. Thanks?"

The guy nods. "You're welcome."

Ephrim sighs. "That's my fault, I told him to bring something."

"Well I don't know shit about wine," says the guy.

"That's certainly true," says Ephrim, "Maelgwyn, this is Fero. We used to be housemates while I was studying."

Maelgwyn holds his hand out. Fero looks at it for a moment, eyebrows raised, before he shakes it. 

"This is your most grandfatherly friend?" says Maelgwyn. 

"People say I have an old soul," says Fero. 

"Who would ever say that?" says Ephrim. 

"People!" says Fero, "Are you going to let us in or what? I already gave you the plant."

Maelgwyn steps back. He can hear Samol puttering about the kitchen, very obviously giving he and Ephrim a moment to themselves. Fero apparently has no intention of doing so, turning to peer at Maelgwyn bookshelf and wrinkling his nose. Maelgwyn shoots Ephrim a look. 

"He's fine," says Ephrim, "It'll be fine."

"Sure it will!" says Fero, "Food smells great by the way."

"Thank you," says Samol, stepping out of the kitchen, "You must be a friend of my grandson's."

"Friend of his boyfriend's actually," says Fero brightly.

Out of the corner of his eye, Maelgwyn sees Ephrim duck his head, not quite hiding his grin. 

Fero sticks his hand out and Samol shakes it. "Fero, good to meet you, what's for dinner?"

Ephrim opens his mouth to apologise, but Samol laughs. 

"Just an old family favourite," says Samol, "come on in, I'll show you."

Fero, miraculously, follows. 

Ephrim steps closer to Maelgwyn, his hand brushing Maelgwyn's, and Maelgwyn tangles their fingers together, warmth spreading through his chest at Ephrim's smile. 

"See, that wasn't so bad," says Ephrim. 

Samol laughs in the kitchen, followed by the squeak-scrape of a chair being pulled over to the stove. He can hear Fero begin to pepper Samol with questions, possibly his own way to give Maelgwyn and Ephrim a moment to themselves. Maybe it's not going to be so terrible after all. 

  
  


\--

  
  


Miraculously, the dinner  _ does  _ go well. It's hard to lapse into any kind of awkward silence with Fero around, a trait that Samol seems to find delightful rather than annoying. Fero even helps with the washing up, following Samol to the kitchen and only rolling his eyes a little at Ephrim lingering by the table. 

Maelgwyn doesn’t think Samol holds it against them for not cleaning up, waving away their offer to help. 

"We've got it, right Fero?"

"Yeah!" says Fero, "I live with a baker, I know how to wash a dish!"

"You'll have to tell me about that," says Samol. 

"Will I?" says Fero. 

Samol's laugh drifts from the kitchen. He's seemed in a very good mood all night, something that's rubbed off on Maelgwyn. He can't seem to stop smiling at Ephrim, a strange sort of first-date giddiness bubbling up in his chest.

Ephrim grins back, leaning forward to tangle their fingers together. "So. Tell me about your day."

They chat easily, Ephrim's thumb rubbing a slow circle on the back of Maelgwyn's hand. He's always loved that about Ephrim, the way he slows things down, forces Maelgwyn to linger in a moment with him. 

He's so distracted he barely noticed Samol and Fero come out of the kitchen, Fero pushing his phone back into his pocket. The motion only catches Maelgwyn's eye because Samol has his phone out too, which Maelgwyn's only even seen him use to call his fathers. 

Samol must see the look on his face, because he waves a hand.

Fero grins at him, and Ephrim frowns at him, opening his mouth. 

"So are you giving me a ride home or what?" says Fero, before Ephrim can say anything. 

Ephrim glances at Maelgwyn. They had been planning to- well. He'd walked to Samol's that day because Ephrim was going to drive them both back to his place, after. Clearly, Ephrim hadn't thought about this part. 

"I, uh," said Ephrim, a flush rising in his cheeks. 

"I can give you a ride home," says Samol. 

Maelgwyn raises his eyebrows, but if Samol notices his expression this time he ignores it, looking towards Fero. An odd expression flickers over Fero’s face before he grins.

"I guess I  _ did  _ just do all those dishes," says Fero. 

"Yes," says Samol, but the corners of his mouth twitch. 

"Okay, cool!"

Fero bounces on the balls of his feet for a moment, and Samol huffs a laugh.

"All right, it seems we have to get this young man home." He turns to Ephrim. "Wonderful meeting you."

He holds out a hand to Ephrim, who shakes it. 

"I don't know that I've seen my grandson look this happy in a while," says Samol, "Seeing you together, I think I've found the reason why."

Ephrim flushes bright pink. "I- thank you sir, it, he." He swallows. "He makes me very happy too."

"Well I should hope so," says Samol. 

He ushers them out the door, waving a hand at them as he and Fero get into his car. 

Ephrim lets out a long breath after they get into his car, his hands flexing on the steering wheel. Maelgwyn puts a hand over his and Ephrim looks at him. 

"So that went pretty well," says Maelgwyn, "I told you he'd love you."

Ephrim gives a shaky laugh. "I guess, I- thank you for inviting me."

Maelgwyn grins. "Hey, you're welcome. Maybe next week we can have dinner with my dads."

Ephrim groans, leaning forward to rest his forehead on Maelgwyn's shoulder. "Oh, no, no way am I ready for that."

Maelgwyn laughs. "Come on, you-"

Samol honks his horn, flashing his lights at them. 

Ephrim laughs. "I suppose we should get out of his driveway."

Samol drives behind them until they reach the end of the street, waving to them as he turns in the opposite direction. 

"I'm glad he and Fero got along," says Ephrim, “I know I said it would be fine, but I have to admit, I  _ was _ a little worried. I know he can be kind of a lot.”

"Grandpa didn’t seem to mind," says Maelgwyn. “Good thing he suggested driving Fero home too, otherwise this would probably be super awkward."

  
  
  


\----

  
  
  


It’s been a few weeks, and they’ve fallen into a little bit of a routine with it. It’s strange, Fero normally hates any kind of a routine, but he kind of doesn’t mind it with Samol. It makes him think more of the ocean going in and out than rigid lines.

They don’t see each other every day, although they do text (and use snapchat, eventually, after Fero manages to convince him “What if I want to show you pictures of the new plants in the garden?” “Then I can just walk over and see them, you don’t live that far away.”) and they have dinner a couple of times a week.

They ease into it, Fero coming over on the pretense of checking on the potted plant he’d given Samol at the dinner, or fixing that table leg or repainting this corner of the roof or helping Samol with such and such part of the garden, and then lingering until it’s time for dinner. 

“So you may as well stay,” Samol will say.

“Sure,” says Fero, shrugging, “You’re my only plans today anyway.”

Samol always smiles at him at that, pausing in where he’s getting down whatever pot or pan they’re using to make dinner. Fero likes to think it’s making him better of cooking, even though when left to his own devices he usually just makes a grilled cheese sandwich or takes some of the leftovers Emmanuel brings home.

They do the dishes after, chatting in the still warm kitchen or sometimes not saying anything at all, just trading smiles that makes Fero stomach swoop unexpectedly.

Sometimes they watch tv, something Fero is not especially good at as it requires him to stay still for longer than ten minutes. He wriggles his way across the couch until he squirms onto Samol’s lap, tugging the blanket Samol keeps draped over the arm of the couch over both of them.

He grins up at Samol and Samol smiles back down at him, sliding his arm around Fero’s sides. Fero feels his face flush.

“Happy now?” says Samol, as whatever show they’re watching transitions to a commercial.

Fero wriggles a little. “I  _ guess _ .”

Samol hums, his hands shifting a little until they come into contact with the bare skin of Fero’s waist. Fero inhales sharply, and Samol’s hands go still.

“Wait,” says Fero, wrapping a hand around Samol’s forearm.

Samol does. “Too fast?”

“ _ Never _ ,” says Fero, “I mean, like, y’know-” He feels the flush on his cheeks deepen. “Don’t stop. Or whatever.”

Samol chuckles, the sound vibrating against Fero’s back where they’re pressed together. Fero suppresses a shiver, his toes curling against the floor.

“Well then,” says Samol.

His hands continue their slow slide, one beginning to ruck up Fero’s t-shirt as it moves up his chest and the other teasing over the waistband of his pants. Fero spreads his legs a little wider, encouraged by Samol’s smile, illuminated in the television’s glow.

Fero’s eyes flutter closed as Samol cups him through the fabric of his shorts, tipping his head back to rest on Samol’s shoulder. This has the advantage of being at a slightly better angle to kiss Samol, so he does, gasping as Samol’s hand on his chest teases his nipple.

He feels Samol smile against his lips and he leans back a little more, trying to deepen the kiss. Samol teases him with it for the space of a few breaths before he leans closer, taking Fero’s breath away. He’s gotten very good at that Fero thinks, dazed.

Samol grinds the heel of his palm against Fero, the sudden friction making Fero moan, his hips jerking up towards Samol’s hand. Samol chuckles again, repeating the motion again and again as Fero arches towards him with increasing desperation.

“ _ Samol- _ ” says Fero, voice cracking slightly.

Samol shows him mercy, sliding a hand underneath the waistband of his shorts to touch him earnest. Fero sobs in relief, one hand clutching at Samol’s arm and the other gripping the couch underneath them. Samol kisses the side of his neck, murmuring praise into Fero’s ear that Fero can barely hear over his own ragged breathing.

He shifts his hips, and he can feel how Samol is hardening against him, not as unaffected as his steady, calm voice would have Fero believe and Fero grins, delighted-

And then Samol changes the angle of his hand, adding a finger, and Fero gasps, the world spinning out and shrinking to this room, this couch, their bodies, to a handful of sensations.

Samol kisses him as he comes down, his hands steady and gentle on Fero’s sides. Fero can feel the slick on Samol’s fingers against his skin and he shudders, the movement reminding him of Samol’s state underneath him. He grins again, tilting his head to kiss Samol deeply before he twists, sliding down between Samol’s legs, taking the blanket with him.

Samol reaches down and cups his cheeks. “Don’t feel you have to.”

Fero grins. “You know me, I  _ never _ do anything I  _ have _ to do.”

Samol huffs a laugh, the sound turning into a gasp as Fero leans forward, rubbing his cheek on Samol’s still clothed erection. He makes quick work of the zipper, pulling out Samol’s length and running a hand over him. Samol runs his hands through Fero’s hair, not quite encouraging him forward or keeping him in place. Fero likes that about Samol too, that Samol will do things simply to remind Fero that he’s there, that he cares to do things Fero likes.

Fero smiles, and gets to work making Samol fall apart above him.

After, Samol tugs him back up and kisses him again, his fingers twisting in Fero’s shirt. Fero likes this too, how they’re messy and tangled together, that Samol is content to stay like that with him, for a little while.

Sometimes Samol will drive him home. Sometimes Fero stays at Samol's. Sometimes, Samol drives him home and then stays at Fero's, which Fero likes the best because the sight of Samol and Emmanuel making breakfast in the morning always startles Lem into dropping whatever he’s holding. That’s the reason he says aloud, anyway.

The other reason, the one that he keeps tucked inside himself, happens before that, when he wakes slowly in Samol’s arms and sees Samol smiling down at him in the dim morning light that comes through the curtains, Samol’s arms pulling him in close. Fero could still pull away, if he wanted.

He might not ever want to though.  


It might be okay if he never did.

  
  
  


\----

  
  
  


Maelgwyn’s still asleep when the phone starts ringing. It takes him a few tries to answer it, not looking at the caller ID as he half-turns away from Ephrim in bed to answer it.

“‘Lo?”

“Is Samol with you?”

Maelgwyn frowns. “Dad?”

“Is he?”

“He- no?” Maelgwyn blinks a few times at the ceiling, trying to wake himself up enough to talk properly. “No, I’m at home, he’s not here, why-” He breaks off, yawning. “-why would he be here?”

“Because he’s not at home,” says Samothes, “and his car’s in the driveway, so I thought maybe you’d picked him up.”

“Maybe he’s with dad.” Maelgwyn glances at the clock, suppressing a groan. “Maybe they went to the farmer’s market like, super early.”

“Your father is with me, so that’s not it,” says Samothes.

Now that he’s more awake, Maelgwyn can hear the panic threading through his dad’s voice. He sits up, running a hand through his hair. Beside him, Ephrim clumsily puts a hand on his leg, still mostly asleep.

“I mean, maybe he just went for a walk?” says Maelgwyn.

“To where?” says Samothes.

Maelgwyn can hear Samot in the background, speaking fast. He can't hear the words, just the tone of it, tense and clipped.  


“Have you tried calling him?”

“Yes,” says Samothes, “it goes straight to voicemail. This isn’t like him.”

Maelgwyn tells himself firmly not to worry. Samol probably went for a walk and would be back in ten minutes, scolding his sons for dropping by for a visit without calling first. Everything would be fine.

“Mal?” says Ephrim sleepily, blinking up at him.

Maelgwyn takes his hand, squeezing it.

Okay, maybe he is a little bit worried.

“We’re going to start searching the area,” says Samothes.

“Did you- I’ll come over,” says Maelgwyn.

“Good,” says Samothes, and hangs up.

Maelgwyn stares at the phone.

“Everything okay?” says Ephrim.

“They, uh. My dads are freaking out because my grandpa’s not home.”

“Oh,” says Ephrim. “Is he… does that happen a lot?”

Maelgwyn shakes his head. He looks does at the phone with a sigh.

“Never. I mean, it’s probably nothing, but he… they’re worried about him.”

“And so are you.”

“He’s probably fine,” says Maelgwyn, “by the time I get over there he’ll probably be back.”

Ephrim looks up at him for a moment. He lifts their tangled hands and kisses the back of Maelgwyn’s hand before he rolls away, stretching his arms up as he gets out of bed.

“What are you doing?”

“Come on,” says Ephrim, “I’ll drive you over there. We can get breakfast with your grandpa.”

Maelgwyn lets out a breath, the worry still there but less sharp under Ephrim’s smile. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”

  
  


\--

  
  


Samothes is pacing in front of Samol’s house when they drive up, scowling. Samot is sitting on the low fence in front of the house. He looks a little like he’s suppressing the urge to laugh.

Ephrim reaches out and squeezes his hand before they get out of the car, and Maelgwyn lets out a deep breath. Whatever’s happened, he can handle it.  _ They _ can handle it.

“Hi,” says Maelgwyn, “Did you find him?”

“He’s at a  _ friend’s  _ house,” says Samot.

Samothes’s scowl deepens.

“Okay,” says Maelgwyn slowly.

“His friend is dropping him back here,” continues Samot, “which I think is very kind of him given that we woke them up very early on a Saturday morning.”

“Seven is  _ not _ early,” says Samothes.

A car turns the corner at the end of the street. Ephrim makes a sound of surprise behind him, and Maelgwyn turns back towards him.

“Nothing,” says Ephrim, “it’s just- that looks just like Fero’s car.”

It is, in fact, Fero’s car, proven by the fact that Fero himself gets out of it and then walks around to the other side to open the door for Samol. Maelgwyn hears Samol’s laugh before he sees him outright, looking a little rumpled but no worse for wear for not being home when Samothes thought he would be.

“Where were you?” says Samothes.

Fero’s eyebrows shoot up.

“I told you,” says Samol, “at a friend’s place.”

“I’m the friend,” says Fero, waving.

Samothes glares at him before he refocuses on Samol. “I was worried sick! We were all worried sick! Anything could have happened!”

“No it couldn’t have,” says Samol, “I was  _ fine _ . I was  _ in bed _ .”

Fero’s face twitches and Maelgwyn realises, with horror, that he is also trying not to laugh. He has a sudden, sharp memory of Fero and his grandfather at the dinner, both spending time in the kitchen together, both with their phones out, both getting into Samol’s car together at the end of the night-

“Oh my god,” says Maelgwyn.

Samol looks around Samothes to Maelgwyn, smiling at him. “I see he dragged you two out too, I am sorry about that.”

“I’m sorry too,” says Fero.

Samol looks back at Fero. “Are you?”

Fero tilts his head, thinking for a moment. “Not really. I’ll do it again, probably.”

Samol grins. “A terrible influence.”

Ephrim laughs, doing a terrible job of covering the sound with a cough.

“And just who  _ is _ this?” says Samothes.

“Well I’m Fero,” says Fero, “and this is Samol, and Maelgwyn, and Ephrim, and you must be Samot, right?”

Samot waves from the fence. “I must be, I suppose.” He frowns, looking past Maelgwyn. “Ah- Ephrim, is it? I don’t believe we’ve met either.”

Ephrim very suddenly stops looking like he’s about to laugh, the colour draining from his cheeks. “Uh. Hi. No I, uh, don’t believe we have.”

“I have,” says Samol, “He’s a very nice young man.”

“I don’t know that I can accept your judgement of character right now,” says Samothes.

“Wow, okay,” says Fero.

“Samothes, dear, please leave the dramatics to me,” says Samot, standing and walking towards them, “Lovely to meet you Ephrim. I do apologise for my husband, he’s had quite a shock.”

“So have I,” says Maelgwyn.

“Well, this isn’t exactly how I planned on telling any of you,” says Samol, “ _ Not _ that it’s any of your business.”

“How  _ were _ you planning on telling us?” says Samothes.

Samol folds his arms.

“ _ Exactly _ ,” says Samothes.

“Why were you coming over so early anyway?” says Samol, “You should have called!”

“I tried to! But you didn’t pick up your phone!”

“So you just think you can come barging in here at any time you like do you? Well-”

“Dad,” says Samot, putting a hand on Samol's arm, “We were going to go out for early breakfast. We thought we’d drop by and see if you wanted to come too, and then when we couldn’t find you… I admit, I was worried too.”

Samol’s face softens. “Well. You should still have waited a little before calling in the cavalry. I imagine these young folks have better things to do than get yelled at by my son.”

“Not really,” says Fero.

“Oh?” says Samol, “Well, how would you like to come for breakfast with us?”

Fero shrugs. “Sure. Where are we going?”

“We hadn’t decided yet?” says Samot, “Maelgwyn? Any suggestions?”

“Uh.”

Ephrim clears his throat. “There’s, uh, there’s a good place a few blocks from here.”

Samot beams at him. “Perfect. You’ll join us too, I hope?”

Ephrim nods, shoulders tense until they get back in the car. “Oh my  _ god _ .”

“I cannot believe-”

“-this is  _ so  _ not how I pictured meeting your parents-”

“-this whole time, with your friend-”

“-I mean, I’m not even wearing  _ makeup _ , I had this whole outfit planned that was going to be super parent appropriate-”

“-and he  _ slept _ there, like,  _ with _ your friend, and I just-”

“Oh my god,” says Ephrim.

“Oh my  _ god _ ,” agrees Maelgwyn.

They look at each other for a moment before breaking into laughter, clutching at each other’s arms.

“Okay,” says Ephrim, “Okay, we have to go, we can’t be late to this or they’re going to assume something scandalous-”

“Okay, okay,” says Maelgwyn.

He glances behind them. Fero and Samol are still standing by Fero’s car. Fero reaches out, touching Samol’s arm lightly, and his grandfather smiles down at Fero. He’s seen Samol smile a lot in his life, but there’s something in Samol’s expression he’s never seen. It makes his throat feel tight.

So he does what anyone in his family would do. He honks the horn and flashes his lights at them.

Fero flips him off, but he and Samol both laugh. Fero opens the car door for Samol, and they slowly pull behind Maelgwyn and Ephrim’s car.

“This is going to be a really weird breakfast,” says Maelgwyn.

“Oh,  _ absolutely _ ,” says Ephrim.

Ephrim leans over, resting his head on Maelgwyn’s shoulder for a moment.

Maybe, thinks Maelgwyn, weird won’t be so bad.

**Author's Note:**

> come say hi: mariusperkins on most places


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